T.M. Sigal

[brightlotusmoon]

[dubadoowop]

Siren baby learns how to sunbathe.

[sandmandaddy69]

[nihiltism]

I love it when there's a guy who lost their name. forgot it, discarded it, don't use it, can't use it, had it stolen, even just when a title is used to avoid saying it. all good stuff

[nihiltism]

bonus addendum! also guys who never had one! love guys who never had a name!!

[who0osh]

Riz “the ball” Gukgak, my beloved

[helpful-writing-tips]

The bigger the issue, the smaller you write.

You don't write about the horrors of war. You write about a kid's burnt socks lying in a pile of rubble.

You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance.

[horaitos]

"oughhh the mortifying ordeal of being known oughhh" coward. just kill them now there's no being known. flawless plan.

[tmsigal]

Look, I'm not saying this is Tatari.

But uh.

This is Tatari.

[omnybus]

[tmsigal]

First, Make it Exist: Writing Challenge

Number of Days: Unlimited; aim for as many in a row in a streak as I can

Word Count Minimum Requirement: 50 words. may increase over time.

Goal: write out in a summary or exposition form the entire plot of the Fox Goblin Fae and the Dark of the Ways, so that the plot exists in a form between bullet point outline and full story.

Special Requirement: I should seek to fill in outline in narrative sequence as much as possible, rather than random order or chronological order (but the latter is acceptable from time to time, and the former only when its all i can manage).

Notes: skipping days is allowed but discouraged, as my medical conditions are taken into consideration, and as there is no end date in sight. however, longer streaks are better! (this earns me nothing, but hey, bragging rights)

Challenge begins today, Friday December 13, 2024

[yaldabaothadeez]

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,

As of some one gently flapping, flapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some fairy,” I muttered, “slapping at my chamber door—

            Only this and nothing more.”

[wintersoldierfell]

Quoth the walrus, "Are you sure?"

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

had to draw it

[tmsigal]

Distilled

I want to distill myself like the poets do;

The horrors of war in a single shoe,

The glory of spring in a secluded meadow,

And all the happiness that comes from yellow.

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I want to distill myself like the poets do;

Metaphor, refrain, words both true and untrue.

A lilting song that holds the fullness of me;

All of adventure in a single ship at sea.

-

[tmsigal]

Now for the source of each allusion! Because this poem is full of allusions!

I want to distill myself like the poets do;

The horrors of war in a single shoe,

The glory of spring in a secluded meadow,

And all the happiness that comes from yellow.

-

I want to distill myself like the poets do;

Metaphor, refrain, words both true and untrue.

A lilting song that holds the fullness of me;

All of adventure in a single ship at sea.

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many thanks to @pigmenting @werecat @skeleton-richard @latenz

for the posts that I alluded to in my poem, and especially to

@phantomrose96 @shirecorn, whose work inspired those two most important lines in my poem. i hope you do not mind.

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Also please forgive me for getting the shoe/sock thing mixed up, that's an oops, but it rhymes so who cares! its fine. its fine

[ourladyamalthea]

must a book have ‘plot’ and ‘structure’ and ‘progression.’ is it not enough for characters to be in a place. and for that place to be really fucking weird.

[oc-factoids]

Tag the OC that’s defying god’s will <3

[chilipepperconverse]

surprised this hadn't been made yet

[murasaki-sama]

Prayer by Luis Untermeyer

God, though this life is but a wraith,     Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little faith,     Give me the heart to fight — and lose.

Ever insurgent let me be,     Make me more daring than devout; From sleek contentment keep me free,     And fill me with a buoyant doubt.

Open my eyes to visions girt     With beauty, and with wonder lit — But always let me see the dirt,     And all that spawn and die in it.

Open my ears to music; let     Me thrill with Spring’s first flutes and drums — But never let me dare forget     The bitter ballads of the slums.

From compromise and things half done,     Keep me with stern and stubborn pride; And when at last the fight is won,     God, keep me still unsatisfied.

[felitomkinson]

my toxic trait is being fervently convinced that if i ever came across a dragon irl we would make eye contact and understand each other at a primal level of transcendental trust instead of charring me into a crispy onion

[snakes-in-mirrors]

Wisdom of an Ancient Being 🍷🦇